I've Never Been Lost, But I've Been

Nothing Embitters My Old Age [like] The Circulation Of Absurd Stories That I Retire As Civilization Advances, That I Shun The White Men And Seek The Indians, And That Now Even When Old, I Seek To Retire Beyond The Second Alleganies.

Let Peace, Descending From Her Native Heaven, Bid Her Olives Spring Amidst The Joyful Nations; And Plenty, In League With Commerce, Scatter Blessings From Her Copious Hand!

Felicity, The Companion Of Content, Is Rather Found In Our Own Breasts Than In The Enjoyment Of External Things; And I Firmly Believe It Requires But A Little Philosophy To Make A Man Happy In Whatever State He Is.

Fear Is The Spice That Makes It Interesting To Go Ahead.

During Our Travels, The Indians Entertained Me Well; And Their Affection For Me Was So Great, That They Utterly Refused To Leave Me There With The Others, Although The Governor Offered Them One Hundred Pounds Sterling For Me, On Purpose To Give Me A Parole To Go Home.